I've been stuck at home for the last 4 days with the winter storm, and I've been using the time to do some much-needed chores and cleaning around the house. One of those chores was to update the shelving for my collection. It's grown beyond the closet shelves, so I got a little bookshelf to move some into my bedroom. The bedroom shelf has now become my display with the perfumes that I actually use and enjoy the most, and the closet is now the archive with fragrances that get less use. Most of these I will eventually give away, sell, or donate in an effort to make space. The goal is to have the bedroom shelf be the limiting factor. If it doesn't go there, then I don't need it. I have yet to purchase anything beyond a decant for 2026, but I am getting a bunch of new stuff from the press agency to photograph and review. So far, it's mostly women's perfumes like Idole Peach 'N Rose, or it's Middle Eastern brands that I've never seen before. Those items have gotten out of control, and I am struggling to figure out what to do with them. Anyway, here's my update shelving, minus the press items, which are in boxes in my guest closet.

THE DRINKER Xerjoff - Tony Iommi Monkey Special — It's indulgence with swagger, where rum, leather and attitude collide. It’s the wildcard that proved you don’t need to play it safe to make it far. THE MIXOLOGIST M. Micallef - Gntonic — It's crisp, clean and precise, proving that cocktail realism still hits when it’s done right. It’s the reminder that accuracy and artistry aren’t mutually exclusive. In the semi‑finals, each battle feels like a miniature epic, two visions of what “boozy” can mean, colliding head‑on. Tony Iommi’s Monkey Special comes out swinging with rock‑star swagger. It’s a riot of dark rum and smoky leather, shot through spices, tonka bean and sandalwood; a fragrance that wears its indulgence like a leather jacket. Opposite it stands Gntonic, razor‑sharp and precise: ice‑cold juniper, lime and ginger snapping into focus, backed by clean musks and a whisper of cedar. One is a midnight jam session in a whiskey‑stained club, the other a perfectly measured G&T in a crystal glass. Voting here means asking whether you prize raw charisma and attitude over crisp execution. Does the whisky‑baritone of Monkey Special speak to your inner rebel, or does the chilled clarity of Gntonic win your heart with its realism? This isn’t just about ingredients; it’s about what kind of story you want to wear. WHAT SAY YOU?